The green glass container
landed with a bump on the sands
The sea, tired of its presence
No fine wine or olive oil here
but something more precious
a message for someone special
Sent in hope than anticipation
dropped into blue waters
floating off towards land
Time remains – and Questions Unanswered
Did message reach intended target ?
Or is he (or she) ? combing the shore ?
The Inkwell 
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